Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2009 00:00:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay Johndon
Subject: Omarion's Song Part 3
Disclaimer: The following story is completely fictional. It is not intended
to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or
any personal knowledge about their private lives.
(Recap: Rome, an aspiring songwriter, got Omarion to sing a song he and his
team wrote. Couple drinks after a long studio session causes a sudden
sexual experience between Omarion and Rome which prompted Omarion to want a
relationship with Rome. Convincing Rome to travel to NY with him, Rome
meets Bow Wow, who gets in an argument with Omarion while Rome is out of
the hotel room. After calming Omarion down, Rome has another sexual
experience with Omarion and they fall asleep...)
I woke up alone in the apartment and I searched around for my phone, which
was dead when I found it. I grabbed my charger out of my suitcase and got
my charger out. Once my phone was back on I realized I had 5 text's. Two
were from Omarion saying "Yo!" and "I guess you're still sleep. I had to
run an errand. Be back soon."
I just sat there on the bed, still tired from the sleep. I looked
at my watch, which read 10:54pm and thought, Damn. I grabbed my in-ear iPod
headphones and started listening to some new Musiq Soulchild when I heard a
knock at my door. I figured it was Omarion so I went the door and opened
it, not even looking to see who it was through the door eye. To my
surprise, it was Bow Wow. He stumbled his way in the room smelling of
straight Vodka. "Yo where the fuck is dat nigga at?" He asked, barely
articulating.
"I don't know man, he'll be back though. Aye you aight man?" I
said, trying to help him keep his balance.
"Yo get off me nigga, I'm straight... aight?" He said brushing
himself off.
"Aight dude, chill out." I said, kind of taken back by his
response.
"Fuck off pussy nigga. Why the fuck you here anywhere? Omarion
recorded your song so you think you can hang with the superstars now?"
"Man, he invited me yo, and to be hones..."
"Shut the fuck up, I don't give a shit. Pack yo shit and go back to
the ghetto ya broke bitch, haha. Broke bitch. That's you nigga!" He said,
pushing his finger inside my chest.
"Yo you gonna chill out wit ya wreckless talking my nigga. I ain't
one of yo boys."
"The hell you ain't. You ain't cool enough to even be in this room
wit me fuck boy!"
"Nigga you ain't nothing but some washed up child-star. Next time
you make a hit... nah next time you actually write a fucking verse to yo
wack shit, then I'll consider giving any type of respect. Pussy face
bitch." I said getting up in dat niggaz face. He paused for a minute and
said,
"Yo fuck you kid! You just Omarion's little fuck buddy. Yeah, he
told me about dat shit bitch boy. He's out right now fucking someone
else... and then he'll come back and fuck you," he said, now getting in my
face. "Only reason he brought yo ass here was to get easy sex. Haha, nigga
you ain't nothing but another industry hoe. No one will give a shit about
you `cept have you on yo knees sucking DICK to record one of yo wack songs
that won't even make the album. That nigga been finished with his album
months ago! What the fuck he need yo shit for??" Damn. I was silent as shit
after that. My heart stopped and my hands began to shake. "What? You can't
say shit now hoe? Talking bout washed up child-star. Nigga I got more money
than you ever gonna get in yo life. Just keep sucking dick like you do and
maybe you'd get to..." then I pulled backed and punched him in the face,
making him fall to floor. He instantly got up holding on to his jaw with
blood dripping down, smiling.
"Haha," he laughed, "you bout to get a lawsuit now. Punch me again
nigga, cmon!! All I need is for you to break my nose, then you gonna be
sucking a lot of dick just to keep yo life in jail. Hit me bitch!" Yo this
nigga was the devil. But I really ain't give a shit. Back where I'm from,
we fuck up niggas that talk wreckless. So I run up on this nigga and push
him to the floor. He somehow finds a way to grab my legs and I fall to the
floor. Then this short nigga pops up and pins me down. Knowing he can't
hold me down, I squeeze my arms toward my chest, adrenaline pumping like a
mutherfucka, and throw his nigga off me. But this nigga was quick as shit
and he runs back to pin me down, using all his strength. Not wanting to
throw him again, and too tired and emotional to move, I say, "Yo get off me
nigga!" He gives a sweaty, bloody evil grin and says, "Nigga shut up, you
know you could get off if you want to. I think you like me being on top of
you."
Just then I get mad as shit and throw him off me again, this time
harder and further. I get up and turn the other direction. I head towards
the bed to pick up my stuff when he pushes me on the bed and squeezes
me. "Nigga, what the fuck do you want? You win! Get the fuck off me, I'm
leaving!" I yell.
"What the fuck you mean you leaving?" He says with his voice
cracking like a kid on puberty.
"I mean I'm coming home! Fuck this shit. I ain't tryna have no
problem with you."
"So what, you just gonna leave O? Thought you were his lil fuck
slave?"
"Nigga I'm no one's fuck buddy." I say pushing him. Then he pushes
me back and holds me down. "What the fuck is up with you pinning me down?
This ain't fucking wrestling match, if you wanna fight me then throw a
punch! I'm done with this high school shit. You fight like a little bitch!
Pinning niggaz down and shit, what the fuck you think this is?! Ya stupid
bitc..." Just then he starts kissing me and I can feel his blood drip down
my throat. I immediately push him off me and say, "What the fuck you doing
bitch?! Gone somewhere with all that!" I said wipinh my lip
"Nigga cut the charade with acting like you don't wan..." he starts
"Yo shut the fuck up! I ain't fucking with you dude! That ain't how
I get down," I say grabbing my shit. "You lucky you drunk as shit, get the
fuck out my way, I'm leaving this place. Tell O I say fuck him!" I say
pushing him out the way to the door. As I'm walking down the hall, Bow Wow
yells, "You just playing right?!" I don't look back, I just throw up the
finger and say, "Fuck you nigga." I have the hotel call me up a car to take
me to the airport and place the bill under Omarion's tab.
45 minutes later while sitting at the airport waiting for the
flight that leaves in one hour, I get a call from Omarion. I ignore it. He
calls 3 more times that I ignore, and then leaves a voicemail. I decide to
check the voicemail just to jog my curiosity on what that nigga Bow Wow
told that bitch nigga.
"Yo! Rome! Where the fuck are you? I get to the hotel and the hotel
tells me you gotta car to go somewhere but they won't tell me where! Then
Bow Wow tells me you flipped out and left. I don't even know why that nigga
is here! What the fucked happened here? Why is Bow Wow bleeding?? Can you
please call me back yo??"
I hang up the phone and laugh to myself. I don't even know what the
fuck happened, except I can already tell this music business is dog-eat-dog
and everyone of these muthafuckas is a dog. Well I ain't going to be
one. Fuck meeting these celebs, I'm just gonna work strictly through the
backdoor. I ain't no one's fuck buddy, and the fact that I let it get that
far was all my fault. Talking about `relationship'. Yo what respectable
nigga wants a relationship now days? Fuck that. Fuck niggas. Girls are
better anyway and so much easier.
"Damn, you heard about the flight?" I hear a voice say to me from
my right-hand side.
"What?" I say annoyed looking up at the person standing. When I
realize that it's the R&B singer/songwriter extraordinaire TANK, my face
drops. "Aye you're Tank!"
"Haha, yeah I think so. This seat taken?"
"Nah nah nah." I say moving my bags. Then he sits down.
"So as I said before you caught a lil attitude," he said smiling,
"you heard about the flight? The one to Atlanta?"
"My bad about that. But what you mean? I guess it leaves in about
an hour," I say looking at my watch.
"Haha, yeah I figured you didn't. Look around you..." he says. I
look around and see that no one is in the gate area. "The flight got
canceled. Something about a weather problem, I don't know."
"Damn!! No! Really?? Fuck!!" I yell, pissed off.
"Yeah I know what you mean. I just got here and I have session in
Atlanta tomorrow morning. Not good." He says looking down.
"I mean, you are Tank though! You can just order another flight to
be changed to Atlanta with a quick show of your face." I say trying to
sound funny.
"Haha, that would be nice. But white folks don't know who I am. I'm
not a Jamie Foxx."
"Nah, you're ten times better. Yo I STUDY your music on a daily
basis!" I say, sounding like a true groupie.
"Really now? Well hopefully you were one of the few that bought my
last album?"
"Sex, Love & Pain?? Two copies!! I was on a road trip and realized
I left it in my friend's car. I had to buy another one, there's no way I
could drive 8 hours without it!!"
"Haha, well that makes me feel good. I'm working on a fourth
album. But it's hard these days. It's dog-eat-dog out here and no one wants
to write/hear about real love anymore."
"Man, I definitely understand the dog-eat-dog part. That's why I'm
on my way home now!"
"Oh you do music?" he says raising his eyebrows.
"I mean, I live Atlanta... it's a requirement down there."
"Yeah but you here in NY so you must be pretty good. What kind of
music you do?"
"I'm an R&B songwriter. I gotta team back in Atlanta. Blackout." I
say pulling out my business card.
"Nice. Nice. So what brings you here?" He says, I can't believe
he's asking me these questions.
"Omarion recorded one of my team's songs so I was here for... a
follow-up." I said, trying to cover the true meaning.
"You got any of your music on you?"
"What? I mean, yeah! I got it here on my iPod."
"Cool," he says reaching in his bag pulling out his headphones.
"Beats By Dre!" I say handing him my iPod which is set on one of
our songs.
"One of the best." He says as he presses play.
His facial expressions doesn't change as the song progresses so I
guessed he didn't like the song. Once it was done, he immediately let the
next song play and looked at my iPod to make sure it was from my
team. After that song played, he listened to another one. Then he pulled
his headphones off and said, "My man, you guys are really good. I'm taken
back right now." Then I started smiling which made him smile, "I could
definitely use some of your style for my writing, if you don't mind a
collaboration."
"What? Of course I don't mind! Thanks man!" I excitingly said.
"You got serious talent kid." Then he looked at his watch and said,
"Look I have to get to the studio in Atlanta at least by 2:00pm tomorrow or
I lose money. So I'm just gonna drive there."
"Yeah its only a twelve hour drive." I say laughing.
"That's a long drive, guess you're gonna have to come with me to
help me drive."
"Really? Yeah I can do that!" I say, standing up.
Omarion continues to call me as we ride in the car and Tank says,
"Yo Mr. Popular! You getting a lot of phone calls over there. You don't
have to be afraid to pick up."
"Oh nah I just don't wanna talk on the phone."
"Oh. Aye you never told me what why you were going home. You said
you understood about the dog-eat-dog part?"
"Man, long story short. Omarion brought me here to help me meet
people in the industry, but his lil buddy Bow Wow told me somethings he
said about me that were just out of line."
"Damn, like what?" I didn't know what to say without telling the
homosexual parts.
"Oh just things like he wasn't really going to use the song he
recorded from us, and that he ain't give a shit about me or my unknown
team."
"Did Omarion tell you this himself?"
"Nah, but I doubt he would tell me this stuff anyway."
"Then why would he bring you with him anyway?" Damn I hope the dude
wasn't catching on.
"I don't know. Maybe to keep our song from getting to someone else?
The producer we worked with is pretty popular so it wouldn't be hard to
find another placement if he was shopping it. But either case, I didn't
find a reason to be here anymore. Just send me the check, I'll find a way
to meet new contacts."
"Yeah I guess I understand. I never really met them, but I always
saw Omarion as this calm, cool, and collected dude, and Bow Wow as always a
loud mouther."
"Yeah I there's definitely a difference in the two. But it's some
other stuff that went down that I don't even want to talk about."
"I feel you. So I'm guessing Omarion is the one the keeps calling
you."
"Yeah."
"Well I'm sorry it went down like that. I can promise I'm much more
professional than that."
"Yeah I can tell man. My team is going to be psyched to even meet
you."
"Haha, can't wait to meet the next platinum team. Aye plug your
iPod up so I can hear all of yall's songs."
About six hours in, I took over and drove the rest of the way. Tank
and I talked the whole way. I don't think I ever met someone who had such
great conversation skills. He's extremely down-to-earth to be so
talented. We ended up getting to Atlanta around 6:00 pm due to morning
traffic, we both didn't realize it was 14 hour drive, neither did we
include morning and evening traffic
"Damn! Well I completely missed that session."
"Man, I'm sorry to hear that. But I remember you calling them
right?"
"Yeah they rescheduled it for tomorrow, but I still have to pay for
today's session. That's $2,000 lost."
"Wow!! That much??"
"Haha, yeah but its cool. Luckily I'm not exactly a struggling
artist anymore."
"Haha, far from that."
"So look I'm gonna get a hotel room. Come with me. I could use the
company and you can come to the session with me tomorrow."
"Aight!" I said.
After we get into a hotel room, it's about 8:30 and its dark
outside. We both take a shower and chill for a minute.
"How old are you?" He asks.
"20."
"Damn, a young'n. You drink?"
"Socially," I said laughing at the `young'n' comment.
"Well let's go down to the bar and throw back a few drinks."
"How am I gonna be able to do that?"
"I've stayed here plenty of times. You're with me."
"Cools."
We go down to the bar and drink a few drinks until we're both
buzzed. I'm definitely more drunk than he is. We go up to the room,
laughing and being loud as he helps me into the room.
"Maaaan, did you see that girl my nigga?? Bad as shit!!" I say
falling back onto the bed.
"Haha, I saw her looking at you too nigga. Shoulda hopped on dat!"
"Nah man, she was looking at you! You Tank! `Nough said!"
"Haha, naw she definitely interested in young meat."
"Aight," I said lazily getting up. "I'mm go get her." Tank starts
laughing and says, "Aight good luck with that!" Then I turn to him and say,
"You JUST said she was intereted!!!"
"Hahaha, nigga she left, how you gonna find her?"
"Ah man, das all? I can find her. I'mma smell out the bitch." I
said walking toward the door. Tank pulls my shirt back and says, "Woe woe
cowboy, what if we just found another girl?" he said still laughing. I turn
around and look at him, who was also shorter than me like Omarion. He's
just standing there smiling and I somehow thought it was time for me to
move in. So I grab his head and start kissing him. He immediately backs
away and says, "Woe woe man, what was that?" He facial expression
completely changes and I realized I made the biggest mistake of my life,
and possibly my career!
"Oh shit shit shit, look man I didn't mean to do that. Blame it on
the alcohol, I thought I was supposed to do that. I mean, not supposed to,
it just seemed like the time. I'm not really into dudes man," I babble and
keep babbling on. "I mean, I don't even like dudes. What happened was this
floor is wet and I had slipped and kissed you like dat. Please don't be
mad. That wasn't me, blame it on the..."
"Aight aight Jamie," He said, I'm guessing referencing to my `blame
it' statement. "Its ok. I don't care if you into dudes or not."
"Well I'm not really into dudes, I'ma chick dude. Not like I'm a
feminine dude, but that I like chicks." Then he started laughing so my
heart rate slowed down a little bit. "Can we just forget this happened?" I
said looking down, now realizing how dangerous alcohol is cause I would
NEVER do that sober.
"Yeah, if you want to man." He said smiling.
"You're not gonna forget, are you?"
"Not at all. You just kissed me lil dude."
"Don't say that! Blame the alcohol!" I said stepping back.
"Haha, yeah I've heard the song. But look dude, I never said I
didn't like the kiss." Then I got quiet.
"So you into dudes?" I questioned.
"I mean, I got kids now my dude. But I have been introduced to the
game a while back. I did some stuff in my day."
"Damn, O was right. Everyone in this game is fucking eachother."
"Well I only fucked one celeb."
"Who was that?"
"Haha, I wouldn't out that dude."
"My bad, you right. But look, I'm sorry for the kiss."
"Don't be. I ain't kissed a dude in about 6 years. Forgot how it
felt." He said coming closer, "How about you remind me again, this time I
won't back away." I didn't even say anything, I just went in and gave him a
kiss. This time I slowed it down and made sure I reminded him properly. For
the first time in my life, my heart pounded fast and I could feel the
`fireworks' that people talked about. When I felt his tongue, I started a
little tongue fight in between our kiss and grabbed his chiseled physique
closer to me and continued French kissing him with my eyes closed. He
finally broke the kiss and said, "Man, you really are something special."
"Damn, I like you man." I said using both my hands to hold onto his
hips. "I've never someone like you." I began to feel myself sober up, but
the high of being with him was still there.
"I like you too man, but I can't let this go any further than a
kiss."
"Why not? You not interested?" I said confused. He laughed.
"I wouldn't let you hold me right now if I wasn't interested. But
once you sober up, you gonna think I brought you to this hotel just for the
sex."
"No I wont! Well... maybe, but that's in the morning. Let's live
right now."
"I can't do that man." He said looking serious.
"So why did you bring me here then? You know I'm not a girl my
dude, meaning I probably wanted it more than you did seeing as though I'm
younger. I can't remember if I did, cause right now I can't imagine not
ever wanting you."
"I brought you here because I feel you are talented. I'm in love
with music, and you are good at it. The fact that are indescribably sexy
and cool as shit just happened to be a coincidence."
"You forreal?"
"Yessir."
"Damn man, I think I'm in love with you right now."
"Haha, blame the alcohol."
"Man whatever. I'm sober now," I lied, "I don't care what you say,
I'm sleeping in THAT bed with you." I said pointing at the one closest to
the window.
"And if I say no?"
"You won't," I said getting closer to him. He should have never
said he thought I was sexy, `cause now I got power over him. I got even
closer to him and started rubbing his massive arms. "I'm mature enough to
respect yo wishes, but you gotta give me mine." I said.
"So you sleep with me, but we don't have sex?"
"Yessir," I said now lifting his shirt off, revealing his black
wife-beater.
"Aight, I'll do that." He said, now lifting up my shirt and rubbing
on my back. We just stared into each other's eyes for a good five minutes
before he blinked out of it and took his hands off of me. Then he turned
around and started walking away. He turned his head to the left as to
signal me to follow him so I go up against his back, my hard dick in my
jeans against the ass under his and had my footsteps mirror his
footsteps. He led me to the bed and sat down. He unbuckled my belt and
pulled my pants off, leaving my boxer-briefs on. Then I back away as I
reminisce on Omarion's first time wearing boxer-briefs and how it made him
feel.
"You aight?" Tank asked. I snap out of the flashback and lightly
nod my head.
"Yeah I'm good man, sorry, just had déja vu or something."
"Oh," he said, unconvinced. I move closer to him and help slide his
pants off.
Then we got in bed and put the covers on. "Hold on," I say as I go into my
bag and pull out my iPod. I see the iPod player that the hotel equipped and
put on the song "My Body" from Tank's last album on. Tank burst out
laughing and says, "Aw man, why you gotta do that?"
"Haha, cmon. This song is fucking amazing."
"But I ain't tryna hear that right n..."
"Yo chill, chill! The song is playing! Now I gotta start it over."
I say as he laughs. I climb back in bed and lay next to him. He turned and
looked at me as I smiled back at him. Then he gave me a peck and let out a
short sigh. As the song faded out and another one of his songs played, I
say, "Yo you got me hard as a rock."
"Yeah me too."
"But you don't want to do anything about it?"
"I do, but trust me on this. It's not a good move." I stay silent
after he said that but then I go in and touch his dick over his
underwear. He smiled and said, "What are you doing? We had a deal."
"Yeah, no sex. But we can jack off right? You know it's not healthy
to keep a hard-on unreleased... Blue balls is a serious medical problem my
nigga."
"Oh really?" He says mockingly.
"I'm telling you man."
"Aight well can't have that," he says going in for a kiss. He
starts rubbing my rock hard dick with his massive hands and pulls it out
under the covers. Then I start pulling his out and realize that the reason
they call him `Tank' is not only cuz he's built, but nigga got a serious
weapon that could hurt someone. "Damn dude," I say. He smiles, still
kissing me as we jack eachother off.
Mid-way through, he pulled off my wife beater and started to lick
on my nipples while jacking me off, causing me to let go of his dick. He
squeezed my dick with the perfect amount of strength and the perfect
movement up and down. Smelling the scent of vodka coming from his kisses on
my chest made me curl my toes and arch my back as my climax is
nearing. Then he went back up and kissed my lips as I released seven
drunken loads of cum onto my abs and pubic hair. And to my surprise Tank
took 3 good minutes to clean me up with his tongue. Then he raised his
eyebrows and looked at me saying, "That's something I haven't done, so feel
special." I smile and grab hold of his weapon again. "Nah dude, don't even
worry about it. I don't want to cum. I just want to lay here with you." I
let go and he gave me another kiss, staring at me afterwards with his head
above the bed and body leaning on his elbow that was being pressed into the
pillows. Then he laid his head down on my chest and I realized the
innocence in Tank for the first time. This massive dude is as gentle as the
songs he sings. I see him smile as he falls asleep with his arms wrapped
around me and head on my chest. I then fall asleep as my phone vibrates
with Omarion's name flashing. The best sleep of my life.
End of Part 3... Hope you enjoyed it. The 4th installment is going to
include a popular celebrity so be on the look out for that. But again, KEEP
the e-mails coming. It lets me know I'm not wasting my time. And don't
forget to mention your favorite celebrity to help me with the
selection... And check out Tank's music, he really is an amazing artist
that is frequently underrated!!
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